Bars Make Me Sad…

they just do. I love playing music. I enjoy being with friends. Yet if that entitles being at a bar it doesn’t take very long before the air feels heavy and the whole thing seems like a waste of time. I want to play but why should I entertain you as you’re killing brain cells and pretending you’re happy? Music is great but is it that good when it’s all about helping people whizz their life away? Every time I drop in to one to get some stage time I always promise myself “Never again” and I feel like I need to just sit in church for a couple of hours to get the bad juju off my body. The question seems to be how to be present in such places for all the right reasons without getting any of the smell, as it were, on me. I haven’t figured that out yet.